It's one word, one thing, how can one little thing cause so much pain? It doesn't matter, what does matter is that the pain was there.
"Seventh grade will be great!" I thought. I had gotten into algebra and I thought I could do it. Thought... I was miserable, ever since the beginning of the year I could never understand the concept. I got F's and D's on every test and I didn't do the homework because well, I couldn't. I had social anxiety, I always knew once I first heard of it. but now I was getting even worse anxiety about other things. Then the panic attacks set in, that was the worse of the anxiety. The worst of everything was the depression.
Nobody in school knew. My friends, the little I had anyways, didn't either. My parents knew but they didn't care at all. I was spiraling down more and more and nothing could stop it. I actually wanted to get help, but the social anxiety wouldn't let me. it was horrible. But, one day I finally was able to do it. I told someone. And what they said cured me. "Just don't be sad," I immediately replied with gratitude "Wow, you cured me, you must be some miracle worker," and I, now being able to fly, became the fairy I always truly was.
